Songtext von Get Famous

When you haven't got any sense And a sick ghastly pallor "Well the poor kid never had a chance" And people heard that you're dead But you haven't, you haven't left the city yet Oh, get famous! Even if it takes every white blood cell you ever, ever have And when you haven't got any friends And the pharmacist recommends a B-complex for this condition But we haven't, we haven't left the city yet Oh, get famous! Even if it takes every white blood cell you ever, ever have We stand to the side when the amtrak speeds by Close our eyes and pretend that it's going to hit us And try to decide as the amtrak speeds by To live or die, to live or die Oh, get famous! Even if it takes every white blood cell you ever, ever have